My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 70

Not long after, Shen Ling ate the meal cooked by the second apprentice again, and suddenly felt that the whole person was much more alive.

The previous one was a salted fish who lay flat and didn't want to turn over, but today's... is a salted fish that still gets up and jumps to eat!

After the meal, Shen Ling sat back on her recliner contentedly.

Looking at the people coming and going outside the shop, an inexplicable sense of guilt arose in my heart.

Isn't it a little bad to eat, eat, sleep and lie still?

Let the apprentices do everything for her, she...

"Miss Shen!"

A heavy voice came from the door.

Shen Ling looked over.

Uncle Chen, who hadn't seen him for a long time, walked in with a seven or eight-year-old boy in his arms.

The little boy was holding Uncle Chen's clothes with both hands, and his face was full of cuteness.

Seeing Shen Ling looking at him, she immediately showed him a big smile.

"Uncle Chen, you haven't been here for a long time!"

Shen Ling greeted casually and sat up.

Uncle Chen laughed.

"Unlike Miss Shen, you don't panic when you have surplus food at home. Your uncle and I still have to support our family!"

As he spoke, he put down the little boy in his arms.

"Miss Shen, seeing that you are idle, can you do me a favor?"

"What are you busy with?"

Shen Ling asked.

Uncle Chen smiled and stroked the little boy's hair.

"It's not a big deal, it's just..."

Uncle Chen paused for a moment and sighed.

"Yesterday I had a quarrel with my mother-in-law. She has gone back to her mother's house, and I have to rush to work again. This child... has no one to take care of her."

Shen Ling looked at the child and blinked.

Just now I was thinking, is it not good to do nothing, but now it’s okay, things have come to my door.

...is just right.

"Okay, Uncle Chen, you can go to work without worry, this kid, just stay with me!"

As he spoke, he waved to the little boy.

"Come on, come here, sister."

The little boy glanced at Uncle Chen, then walked up to Shen Ling with his short legs, with a serious expression on his face.

"I'm not called a child, I'm called Chen Fubao, the blessing of blessing, the treasure of baby!"

This appearance of a young adult immediately made Shen Ling happy.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the small bump on the child's head, and replied with a smile.

"Okay, sister knows, after that, I'll call you Xiao Fubao, how about it?"

The child looked at her, thought for a while, and then nodded his head.

"OK, alright."

Shen Ling put one hand on the small knob on the top of his head, and looked at Uncle Chen beside him.

Uncle Chen looked at Chen Fubao with a smile, the softness in his eyes almost overflowed.

After looking at it for a while, he raised his head and said to Shen Ling.

"When I get off work, I'll come over and take him back. It's just at lunch time. I'll trouble Miss Shen."

"It's okay, I'm free anyway."

Shen Ling answered.

"Then Miss Shen, I'm leaving?"

Shen Ling waved her hand casually.

"go Go."

Uncle Chen left with peace of mind, leaving Shen Ling behind, and Chen Fubao, one big and one small, looked at each other, speechless for a while.

It took a few seconds to regain her thoughts, and Shen Ling decided to resort to the old method.

"Little Fubao, do you want to listen to my sister tell a story?"

"No, the stories are all to lie to children!"

"But aren't you a child?"

"I'm not a child, I'm Chen Fubao."

Shen Ling looked away, laughing and shaking her body.

Uncle Chen's youngest son is really interesting!
One big and one small, talking and talking, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Outside the small shop, not far from the street.

Lao Zhang and Mr. Zhao squatted on the side of the road, plus a fat middle-aged noodle shop, and the three of them looked at the small shop quietly.

"This trick is really amazing!"

Old Zhang gritted his teeth, looking angry.

"When did he come here? How do you look at the situation? Have you known Shen Ling for a long time?"

"I do not know."

Mr. Zhao stuffed his hands into his cuffs and turned to the fat middle-aged man next to him.

"Old Yang, do you know?"

The fat, middle-aged old Yang ignored him, his eyes dim.

"It's been a long time. She hasn't come to my noodle shop for a long time. Is it because my craftsmanship has deteriorated, or has she changed her mind?"

The two people next to each other were speechless.

Lao Zhang reached out and patted his old friend on the shoulder.

"Although your performance is not bad, it also depends on who you are comparing with, the second child of Xiaopu... Sigh!"

Lao Yang turned to look at him with aggrieved face.

"You said, is it still too late for me to find a spiritual chef to learn the craft?"

The two didn't answer, but turned their eyes back to the shop.

"That's fine with the surname Chen, and the others must never be let go!"

"Yes, you must be vigilant!"

"But then again, what do you think of this kid...?"

"Well, is it possible?"

"Then let's make a bet? If it works, I'll give you the medicine you're thinking about; if it doesn't work, give me the knife."

Lao Zhang thought for a while, then slapped his hands.

"Okay, let's gamble! But how do you count the time?"

"It's just based on... the time of the next apprenticeship. It's this kid, you win, no, I win!"

"Row!"

"Hey, don't you both ignore me? Tell me, what do you think of my thoughts just now?"

Lao Yang said excitedly.

"Leave Lao Zhang, go home!"

"Got it!"

The two people next to them got up, hooked their shoulders and put their backs on their backs, and swayed away.

Lao Yang was left alone, with a small heart that was blown by the breeze, cool and transparent...

The days of doing nothing always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.

Shen Ling's life was as peaceful as ever.

No waves.

……

It is night and there is no moon.

The Lin family's house in the capital of Wu State.

Lin Qingwan was sitting in her room, with a piano in front of her, with her fingers resting on it, her expression was obviously worried.

It's been almost a month, not far from the wedding, but she hasn't escaped yet.

Such a sad thing?

When she thought that she was about to succumb to fate and be forced to marry a dude, she wished she could rush out, find the sixth prince, and give him two blows.

If it wasn't for this guy, she would have escaped long ago, okay?

Her lofty world, her bright future, and her freedom are all because of this... bang, it's gone!
"Ugh!"

Lin Qingwan sighed deeply, turned her head, and by the candlelight, glanced at the guard at the door.

Turning his head again, he took a few glances at the tightly nailed windows.

Sigh again.

Why bother?She is just a soft, weak, beautiful, cute and cute little girl, does she need to be so strictly guarded?
Really, too much!

Lin Qingwan withdrew her gaze, and fiddled with the strings under her hands a little bored.

As she plucked and plucked, she suddenly remembered the piece that Shen Ling played that day.

Lin Qingwan straightened her back and looked at the person in front of her, her thoughts racing.

I can't get out anyway, how about, practice?

Lin Qingwan took a deep breath, put her hand on the piano, and played the first note according to her memory.

Afterwards, it took a whole stick of incense to sing down a piece of music intermittently.

Before he stopped, he heard a soft questioning voice.

"What tune is this?"

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(End of this chapter)